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Forgotten then, the thundering break Of waves, that in the tempest rise, The falling cliff, the shatter'd wreck, The howling blast, the sufferer's cries; For soft the breeze of evening sighs, And murmuring seems in Fancy's ear To whisper fairy lullabies, That tributary waters bear From precipices, dark with piny woods, And inland rocks, and heathy solitudes.

The vast encircling seas within, What endless swarms of creatures hide, Of burnish'd scale, and spiny fin! These providential instincts guide,